A corn blower in a whoa tradition

A corn blower in a whoa tradition

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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A corn blower in a whoa tradition

Folks, you may seem distant to my voice,
but I have to tell you I hear your silence.
Furthermore, I speak of a corn blower
in a whoa tradition just like my dad
did 40 years ago.
I'm with you all
even those out in the rain,
and those snuggling in a empty
box of charmin toilet tissue
I'll be with you soon
I'll be everywhere
because, well you heard it enough, I'm
a corn blower in a whoa tradition.
small caps apply here!

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Ana you are always welcomed here. Those legs remind me of your loveliness.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


I've not heard this expression before but I heard your voice calling to me, so I came.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thanks so much Pryde. Who would think the kind of stuff at a 9:30 pm hour ready to laugh his head off before bedtime. Whoa!

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Someone kinda pissed you off ... non? But in the traditional of all those who follow the Wilde ... you squeezed the charmin and poked the dough boy so everyone could have a giggle. Have a bath in an Irish Spring and don't forget where the beef is:) Love you, Al:)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on July 22, 2016
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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